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"Don't suppose you could be a dear and help an old lady out with something, could you?"

The voice roused Sandrook from his backyard lazing and sent him scanning around for the source. He hadn't actually met his neighbour yet, not directly. There were only the glimpses he caught when she pulled into the driveway, or sat herself out on the porch. This was his first real look at her. She might have been on the other side of the fence, but she towered over it well enough to give him a good look. The girl next door was a woman, and then some. A cow of her size didn't come often, and even if she was old enough to be his mom twice over, he couldn't help but find himself fondly staring, just a little. She looked so kindly in her pearls, but more than that, he was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere. But if he was right about that, he definitely couldn't say it out loud.

"Hm, oh! I'm sure I could help you out, yeah!"

The lynx slowly sat himself up from his lawn chair. Had he been asleep or just spaced out? It didn't really matter. She had the whole of his attention by then. She nodded to him as he rose and gestured him over.

"It's very much appreciated, honey. I'd do it myself, but I really just don't have the back for lifting anymore. I'll be sure to give you something nice for your hard work, of course."

For some reason he almost wanted to argue with her. That was an odd first instinct, but it made sense. Looking at her, and her general heft, she definitely didn't look frail in the slightest. Maybe her age showed on her face and plump figure, but she was a sturdy, shapely bovine all the same, one who probably could have lifted him over her head if she wanted to. He found himself looking up at her from the other side of that waist-high fence, and then just shrugged and vaulted over it to land beside her.

"Oh you don't have to pay me or anything. Um. Just think of it as me being neighbourly."

The cow gave a chuckle. "Careful. Tell an old lady that and she's going to start taking advantage of you."

Then she bent down a bit so she could offer her hand to the young cat.

"Lorraine,"she said when he shook.

"Sandrook."

"Is that so? Well that's a unique name for a handsome young cat, I do say. Right this way, please."

He didn't mean to flatten his ears at her all through the introductions. It was just - it was definitely her. Older, of course, but still unmistakable. He remembered seeing pinups of her work when he was first learning all about his own kinks. It was vintage stuff. Part of him wanted to babble about what a pioneer she was, being one of the first vore models he'd ever heard of, maybe one of the first in general. But maybe that was impolite conversation for a first impression. He was just going to have to pretend he didn't know her secret - while hoping she didn't somehow sense all the orgasms he'd had, looking over the fruit of her long and indulgent career. That bovine heft was famous. If the stories were anything to go by, she built that belly with the contributions of a few dozen other models, but of course that was all just to make it seem hotter. Or so he assumed. Either way, he was pretty sure she was retired.

She opened her front door and ushered him inside, and in he went without any consideration for whether it was a good idea or not to be alone with her. It didn't really make sense to worry, at least not to him. She was a professional. Eating people and looking hot while she did it was her job, or it had been at least. He certainly didn't expect her to work for free. She trotted along beneath her high ceilings while the lynx silently followed behind, ears perking back up at the distant sound of a faint tune coming from a nearby record player. It skipped slightly when she brought those great big hooves down too heavily. Everything about her home made him feel a little small - and not just because he was standing next to her. The rooms were wider, the furniture broader, even the light switches were higher up than he was used to. It was a house built for a lady just like her, and he was very much a guest. Which begged the question of what exactly she needed his help with that she couldn't handle herself. He didn't complain about an opportunity to meet someone whose work he'd admired for years. So to speak.

"Here we are, honey. Slid right beneath the fridge on me, and my knees just ain't what they used to be. You're a lot leaner than me so I'd much appreciate your help."

That was as easy as tasks came. He didn't bother asking what he was looking for. Instead, he dropped down in front of her without hesitation and stuck his arm out all the way, groping until his fingers touched something solid. It took a few tries for him to get a grip on it, but eventually he clutched something cool and metal and rescued it from the dark depths beneath the fridge. It was an old metal key, like something that might unlock a treasure chest rather than a door. He held it up to her and she granted him a beaming smile while she took it from. Her age hadn't diminished that any. With a nod, she patted him on the shoulder.

"That's a good neighbour. Wouldn't want to lose this, now."

"What's it for?" he asked.

"That is for me to know," she simply answered, and set it on the nearby counter with no further explanation. Instead, she turned him in her light grasp to direct him out of the kitchen and down the hall. "Now, let's talk about that reward ..."

"Oh, you really don't, it's just, I mean, I don't mind helping ..."

As much as he objected to being treated for such a simple task, she was rather firm with her guidance. His legs worked all on their own at her urging until he found himself stepping right into her bedroom. The realization struck him briefly, but he dismissed it. She was far older than him. Surely that was the last thing on her mind. He scanned around the room and couldn't help but spot a little collection of old photos together in a collage. Some of them, he definitely recognized. There was Lorraine in her glory days, decades ago, posing while she gobbled down another model. After confirming he really was looking at what he thought he was, he made sure to fixate instead on something else entirely, like one of those pretty paintings on her bedroom walls. The blush that came over him might have been concealed by his fur, but the heat radiating from his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

"It's no bother. I wasn't exactly busy this evening, what with the retirement and all! It's nice, but it certainly gets tedious sometimes. Sometimes I miss the good ol' days and the work I did ..."

That made Sandrook bite his lip harshly just to keep his voice steady.

"Yeah? What did you do?"

"Hmm, I'm surprised a young man like you doesn't know. But then - it was always a bit of a niche, wasn't it? Ah well, no matter. Would you like to take that shirt off for me, dear?"

That she asked him in such a kindly tone threw him right off. It was as casual as if she asked him to open a door for her. He didn't know what to do at first, even if there was only one obvious course of action. With a slow turn, he looked up at her and saw her flashing that same gentle, experienced smile as ever. But there was something else. He saw a little glint in her eyes, some unextinguished youthfulness that struck him. And that was when he realized just how turned on he was. Huh. He hadn't expected that, but there he was, bulging in his pants while she shot him a flirty look. Maybe it was that he felt like she'd given him permission to be turned on, or just that seeing her expression had set him off. Either way, he didn't bother to hesitate further. Off went his top, while the big cow nodded her approval.

"Very cute. Meaty, aren't you?"

He wondered if she meant that how he thought she did. It was probably best to ignore it. Instead, he just stood there looking up at her and awaiting further instructions.

"Pants too, of course. No sense keeping you all cramped in there, right dear?"

With a slow nod, he bent down to start unceremoniously stripping for her. There was no hiding how hard he was. She might have been some decades older than he remembered her from the pictures, but there he was with a longtime crush, and she hadn't missed a beat. Once she took control like that, it was as if he could feel her invisibly working to strip him down all by herself. Yet she still stood still, hands on her hips, watching him get naked before her. She didn't even have to tell him to lose the boxers too. Down they went with his pants, to leave his cock to spring up at attention for her. He saw the corners of her mouth arch just a little more at the sight when he self-consciously glanced up to her for approval. All she gave him was another nod, but that was enough.

"I like what I see. Looks like I got you a little excited. Been crushing on me a while, have you? Spying on me through the window perhaps? Naughty boy."

She was half right on that. He'd never realized who she was until that very day, but he'd known her for years before that. Just listening to her playfully chastise him got him all kinds of flustered. When she took a hand from her hip and gestured to her bed, he followed her directions without her needing to speak a word. He was all stretched out on his back, just waiting for her, lightly clutching his own cock while it trembled in his grip. He felt so small laying there. The pillows alone were nearly the size of his whole body, and he felt like he was lost in an ocean of sheets and blankets to stretch out on that enormous bed. It was built for titans like her, not regular-sized cats. When she shook her head, he felt briefly disappointed, but it wasn't because he'd done anything wrong.

"I think it's best you turn over on your belly, mister lynx. Not too flexible anymore, so a nice simple position is best, I think."

Oh. Well. He knew all about the colossal tool she sported thanks to those many pictures, of course. Somehow he didn't quite realize that she might be ready to use that on him. He glanced back with a touch of nervousness while she unclasped her pearls and lifted her tip. Her breasts flopped down with gravity along with her general heft and pudgy form, but he scanned over those naked curves all the same. Lorraine hummed to herself while she stripped from her long skirt. It was one of the few things she could wear without showing off an entirely indecent bulge at all times. Once those fat nuts were on display beneath her plump sheath, Sandrook found himself rumbling in anticipation. Her balls were simply massive, and the thick head pushing from its sheath just above them was an intimidating one, to say the least. The big cow idly rubbed herself while she continued her little song, only to trot over alongside the lynx once she was half-erect to retrieve something from a bedside cabinet. His eyes widened at the sight. That was no modest little bottle of lube, that was a tub, one that thumped heavily down when she planted it. He slowly swished his short tail while he watched her methodically open it up and start sleeking up her hands. After that came her cock, and it took her plenty of time to get that shiny and slippery. He never took his gaze away from that growing spire the entire time.

"Mmhm. That should do," she said with some satisfaction before striding back around behind him.

He craned his neck just to keep an eye on her at all times while she slowly mounted over his prone form. She moved slowly, but she still had plenty of control over herself. That was a good thing given how much weight she planted down atop the lynx. The bed sagged while she laid on him like a blanket. He smelled her perfume and slight musk while she smothered him in breasts and belly, and he felt the thump of her throbbing dick while she rubbed it against his back and shoulders alike. He could feel it dripping on the back of his neck while it twitched with desire. Even at her age, she could still get that beast absolutely solid. He wondered if that lube was going to be enough, right up to the moment his thoughts went blank when she pushed two thoroughly-slicked fingers between her cheeks. A yelp escaped him as the coolness of that lube contrasted with the heat of her digits. She was still plenty gentle, but she pressed in all the way to the knuckles and simply started finger-fucking him without much warning. A slight warble and grunt soon became a pleased groan once she took to massaging him in just the right ways. Oh, of course she was an expert at this sort of thing. She played his prostate like a flute while she stimulated him near to blowing a load right on her lovely flowery bedspread.

"Loosen up, honey. You're going to need to relax if I'm to take you properly."

She never made it out to be any sort of big deal. Maybe to her it wasn't, after such a long career of pleasures and indulgences. Sandrook meanwhile was wondering how he was ever going to handle such a hefty older lady. She still weighed down on top of him to the point he could barely move. He could breathe, at least. She wasn't crushing him so much as simply smothering him beneath all that bovine weight and softness. When she groped around to his chest, he arched his back for her and slowly swished his tail, as if he needed to convince her any more. A slow push of her big bovine dick between his cheeks didn't get her anywhere at first. He felt the blunt head smack up against his rim and that was as far as it went for a good while. Lorraine was patient. She didn't rush or try to force it into him. They had all the time in the world. Or she did, at least. Retirement was like that. He didn't count the seconds she spent slowly grinding on his ass to try to loosen him up for her plump cockhead, but he was pretty sure it eventually turned to minutes.

Eventually, he stretched just a little, then a little more. Lorraine eased her weight forward and started spreading him open around the curve of her tip.. A snort from her nostrils and a whimper from his parted lips accompanied the first little slip and pop of her entering him. She really was determined to do it, he realized. It felt impossible, but the longer he spent with her weight on his back and her dick under his tail the more it was starting to seem like that didn't matter to her. She pushed and rubbed and humped a few times with short, sharp thrusts, and eventually she schlorped that big cow dick right into his fine rump. After that it was just a matter of pushing into him deeper and deeper while he stretched and bulged with the shape of her mighty girth. A few more strokes and he felt the bulging veins stroking over his ring, the textured surface popping past the initial resistance, and the swelling tip flexing somewhere up near his belly. That was about as far as she could possibly go without harming him, and she seemed to know it. It still felt good, if overwhelming. He couldn't even properly whimper so much as just faintly gasp while she slowly humped back and forth in his well-lubricated depths, just to get an idea of how he felt.

"Oooh ..." came her satisfied sigh. "A very tight young boy you are. Haven't had too many deep poundings, have you?"

He wasn't even sure how to answer that. He wasn't a virgin to this kind of thing, if that was what she meant. But he'd certainly never gone through something quite like what she was giving him. Even her slow pace left him feeling devastated, left him already slightly numb to the pleasure of it all. That meant he could easily avoid any discomfort he might have felt. It all put him in a haze of excitement, and slight nervousness. Maybe he was biting off more than he could chew, but surely someone as experienced as her would know when it was time to stop. She kept going. Thrusting, grinding, slowly humping him, she showed her cute neighbour she still had it in her. Even if she couldn't go balls-deep in him, there was still a steady thump with her every thrust. Her belly bumped against his back, while her sack slapped down on his thighs with her quickening strokes. She was so gradual about it he almost didn't notice she was speeding up until she was really going at him. He listened to the squeak of the bed and had to wonder just how well-built it must have been to withstand her - to say nothing of his own body.

That slick, belly-bulging cow cock made him moan for her before long. Once he let those sounds spill out he really couldn't stop. A mewl, a yowl, even a snarl or hiss escaped him amid all the groaning for her. He tried to say her name but all that came out was noise. With his eyes shut tight and his ears flat to his head, he moaned his way through a deep fuck with the old model. Her body might have been much older than his, but she could still pound with the best of him, and soon she worked at a ruthless rutting pace to plow him down into her own bed over and over. Yet she never went too far. She seemed to know his body better than he did himself. All his limits, all his desires, she worked them out with that thick, pumping cock until he could barely feel his toes. He felt everything else, including the surging pleasure that crackled up from his tender prostate, from the pleasure button she pressed over and over with the veins and swells of her heavy dick sliding in and out of his backside. The bedsprings going squeaka squeaka mixed in nicely with his more high-pitched cries while he felt his body seizing up. What started as a simple orgasm soon exploded into something wilder, something that took over his entire body and left him twitching, shaking, convulsing beneath Lorraine's bulk. He was sorry for those pretty sheets but there was just no stopping himself.

His first shot came suddenly, despite all the buildup. It jolted him back into the cow's body while he screamed along his belly and everything beneath. The sensation of her flexing within him kept him going, kept him working, tensing, pulsing to another thick splort. She got even harder, her thrusts even more powerful. A third shot from his twitching cock and he felt her go frightfully rigid all at once. That girth stretched him out nicely, but never too much. She snorted, tensed up, and finally gave one more deep, commanding hump of his ass before she blew her load right up inside him. He felt the head rush through his form all the way to his belly while she unloaded her fat nuts in a constant stream of steaming hot cow jizz. It filled him to the brim and it jetted out around Lorraine's cock to spurt upon them both. He could hardly take in many of the details. All he knew was his own body's soaring sensations, and the toe-curling ecstasy that lingered in his veins even once his balls were empty. He twitched a few more times as if to keep cumming and finally sighed his way to a finish while Lorraine rubbed out the last few shots inside him. A few more fucks of her shaft back and forth to make sure she got it all out made for some sinful squelches of slicked-up cow cock working in and out of his splattered hole. By the time he'd taken it all, he felt like little more than a living condom for that sloshing, belly-stuffing load of cream churned up fresh from her titanic nuts. He could feel them flexing against the back of his thighs while Lorraine finished up spunking him silly.

After a deep sigh, the cow raised herself up just a little to allow Sandrook to breathe a little better. Though before he could relax too much himself she roused him from his fuck-stupor with a smack on his ass that made him wobble a little. Then she softly chuckled.

"Mm. Mmhmm. A good, solid young man like you always makes for the best fuck."

It was almost too much to hear her speak like that. Such a kindly old lady being so blunt was somehow more shocking than having her cock inside him. She ever so slowly pulled from him once she'd softened a little. It was a smooth process, and finished with a splurch of overflowing cum pouring from his stretched hole. It streamed down his taint and balls and made even more of a mess of her bed. She didn't seem to mind. A rub of her dick against his asscheek to smear the excess clinging cum on his fur and she sat up at last. He gave a long sigh out when she took her weight off of him. It hadn't been crushing, but she'd certainly been smothering him. When he rolled over to take some of the pressure off his cum-filled belly, he found her looking down at him with an amused expression. There was something sly there, some sort of deviousness glinting in her eyes that had never faded, no matter how old she got. Something told him she wasn't quite done with him, one way or another.

When she was silent for too long, he felt like he simply had to say something. Though he quickly regretted it when he ended up babbling to her.

"You know, I guess I wasn't totally truthful earlier when I said I'd never seen you before."

"Oh?" She tipped her head curiously and settled down beside him, slowly stroking over his chest.

There was that silence again. When she didn't say anything more, he was simply compelled to keep going.

"Yeah, I mean ... I didn't know you were my neighbour, that is. That part's true. But I've seen you before ..."

"Ahhh. I understand now." A smirk curled her lips. "Do I have myself a cute little fan next door? I'd offer an autograph, but I think you already got something better."

A simple pat on his belly was enough to make him rumble a bit. He squirmed while he laid there, sloshing with her spunk. It all came pouring out before long.

"Fan? Well, I mean, I guess you could say that, for a start. But honestly it's even more than that, it's like ... well I don't even know what to say. Your work is some of the first stuff I ever saw when I got into ... what I'm into."

"Oh? And now what might that be, exactly?" She leaned in close as if to kiss him, but just warmly breathed on him instead. Her breath smelled like oatmeal cookies.

She knew full well what he meant, but he could tell she took such pleasure from forcing him to say it. He bit his lip and failed to meet her gaze, instead, just fixating on her breasts while he murmured out some more.

"I mean ... the whole eating people thing ..." he almost whispered, then cut in with some more questions. "You know, I always wondered really. The shoots make it look so realistic. They even made sure you never worked with the same model twice. How does it work, exactly? Is it like, a cow thing, with all your stomachs and such?"

Lorraine reached down to take him by the wrist so she could paint his hand right atop her fat gut.

"Nope. Just got the one. It treats everything the same."

The blush that came over Sandrook made him feel like he was about to burst into flame. "Ohh, so I guess it's like ... you just hold them in there for a few minutes or something and spit them out? Heheh, I guess it's not quite as fun to really do as it is to see, but I guess that's why it's just a fantasy ..."

"Spit them out? Don't be silly. Why would I spit out my food?"

He gave her a long look. If that was a joke, she was very good at telling it. A little tremble came over him, but he shook it off and went on.

"Well, I mean ... it's not long they just let you eat whoever you wanted, right? No one would just agree to that ..."

"You'd be surprised how agreeable some people are. Especially when they're horny."

She'd already fucked him numb, but listening to her was enough to make him start firming up all over again. There was no way she was being serious, or that was what he told himself at least. Yet the thought that she might be telling even a fraction of the truth made him harder, made him throb, made his dick fill out to full without so much as needing a single stroke. She eventually reached down to softly massage him, to pull up and down on his pulsing shaft. She went on.

"Like you."

"I don't ... I mean, that isn't what I ... I just ... well, I was saying ..."

He couldn't finish a thought. She came in even closer and laid a gentle kiss on his lips, just one, and lingered close so her bovine countenance dominated his vision.

"You didn't think I got this fat on veggies, did you? Here, feel."

She took his wrist again, and this time she made sure he stroked over the entire shape of her great round middle. The soft shik of his fingers dancing along her thick hide while he admired that ample heft and curve was the only sound for a while. He held his breath as she continued.

"And besides, it's not always a matter of being agreeable. Sometimes things just happen to cute young things. Sometimes ..."

Before she finished, she fell into another kiss, much more deeply than before. He felt her tongue press past his lips and into his mouth. All he could think to do was to suck on it a while while she rubbed against him. She didn't get fully atop him again, but her breasts squished against his chest and her belly weighed him down as she lay stretched across the bed, smooching his prone form. He sucked down some excess drooly while he slurped her back, but it was all too much for him to keep up with. She overtook his whole muzzle with her kisses, pressing harder, deeper, and in time he felt the warmth of her own mouth slip around his features. It was the smoothest of transitions, a well-practised, signature move. From making out with him, to engulfing him, she suddenly had him stuffed in her maw, little by little, and he hardly realized what was really happening until all went dark.

The heat around him sweltered while she schlurped her way around his whole head without so much as pausing to breathe. It was an effortless omph that engulfed him deeply in her humid mouth. His whole head fit in there while her lips sealed around his throat for a while. There she sucked and slathered, soaking him in her spit while it flowed freely in response to his warm, enticing presence. Her words, her teases still rang in his head. She made it sound like she really ate people. For good. He'd fantasized about that sort of thing, sure, but always with the idea that it could never really happen. Maybe it was just her way of teasing him. Maybe she wouldn't even swallow him all the way and just slide him out with that sweet smile of hers. Or maybe it was for real. With no idea how he actually felt about what was happening to him, he remained almost motionless and rigid from head to toes. His cock didn't get any softer. It thumped and throbbed and spurted another hefty dose of precum even while the first of her GULPS echoed all around the fleshy tunnel of her gullet as he slipped smoothly into her throat, headfirst and surrounded by darkness.

"Ah, mmm ..." came her voice, but she didn't get much more out than that. Her mouth was full, so rather than words she just had her various muffled moans to communicate just how much she enjoyed having that lovely feline sliding down her throat, inch by inch.

Those sounds rumbled around Sandrook while he delved into the heat of her digestive system. Her gullet hugged him from every side while she kneaded him down with the power of peristalsis alone. There was no shoving, no forcing him into her jaws. She simply put her mouth over his head and started massaging him down with her throat muscles. Her flat teeth dragged along his fur while she ate him whole, swallow by swallow, pound by pound. He felt her hands possessively clutching at him while she fed him in towards her stomach. First she had him by the hips, then the ass. He was still leaking a little cum from beneath his short tail by the time she rolled back to sit on her bed with the tasty lynx firmly clasped in both hands. She faintly hummed while she devoured him. It was all so easy for her, or it seemed that way anyway. She didn't pause, she didn't struggle. It was all one smooth slide down the slobbery tunnel that was her throat, until he felt her lips press over the rounded shape of his cum-heavy gut. A little extra squeezing was all it took to get over that extra pudge, and then a toss of her great horned head later and his feet almost touched the ceiling. His paws wriggled about seemingly all on their own while he remained enraptured by the sensations of that powerful throat squeezing all around him while the cow made him into her dinner. All those thoughts, all those private fantasies, but experiencing it for real was unlike anything he ever could have imagined. It was just a shame it was already almost over.

She wasn't done with him until she gave him that signature treatment he'd seen he give in so many posters and pinups. A thick cow tongue was the perfect slobbery thing for teasing him with while his hips were snugly framed between her lips. He couldn't do a thing to stop her while she slurped and slathered up his cock. Oh, he certainly squirmed, but her throat had him tightly, dominantly in its clutches. She could torment him with pleasure all she liked. Licking him this way and that, she spared no detail of his hardened cock. From tip to balls and back again, she tasted him while he writhed between her lips and whimpered in her throat. No way out from that. Now and then he felt her flat teeth clamp down around his waist just to keep him right in place for further assaults with her tongue. It all had him writhing until he could hardly think anymore. Being halfway swallowed didn't matter. His sole focus was on the workings of her tongue while she played with his dick. Eventually, she slipped along to his underside to toy instead with his taint. She eventually found his well-fucked pucker and plunged inside him without hesitation. Feeling the wriggly slurper working in and out of him was enough to make him cry out into her flesh while she tongue-fucked his cum-filled hole until he creamed himself for her.

That jizz poured right down her throat where it didn't cling to his fur. He made a mess of his confined belly and his own face once it splattered down his inverted form. His legs constantly twitched and flailed about all on their own. He was no longer in control of them. She let him kick about for a while before she grabbed him by the ankles to keep him still. A little more pushing meant his cock crested over the back of her tongue while he was still cumming. The sensation of her gulping muscles clamping down on his dick just made his orgasm go on longer, until he felt his balls pulling up taut and numb trying to milk out just a few more drops of cum. Failing that, he dry-fired in her throat for a while as those rippling muscles worked him over from every angle. His head pointed straight towards the bottom of her belly. Gravity worked against him with every inverted moment. His head was pounding to the rhythm of his jackhammering heart. He had nothing left to give her, but for everything, and she was finally ready to take it from him.

One more big gulp made for a properly climactic finish. She sucked his legs right down and stuffed his paws away with the blunt application of her palm. Just like that, and he was gone from the outside world. Maybe he was still wondering if it was for real, if she was really going to digest him or if it was all a trick to get him off with the illusion of danger. She didn't really much care what he thought anymore. Once he crossed the threshold of her lips, he was no longer a cute cat, just another meal for her to down like so many before him, on and off the job. Down he went. She felt the impact of him touching down at the bottom of her belly and saw her great fat gut distend with his weight. He wasn't the smallest meal she'd ever had, but he wasn't the biggest either. Thick, meaty, and plenty satisfying, he'd certainly do for the time being. Took her gut in both hands and set to licking her chops all over. It was a messy process, one she was so used to exaggerating that flinging spit around just came naturally to her by then. Still, he was one worth drooling over. She'd felt that way ever since she first spied him. The highest of compliments she could provide him was the belch brewing inside her. It rumbled up from the bottom of that great big basin of a gut, through her chest, and all came exploding outwards as a triumphant proclamation of her gluttony for all the neighbourhood to hear.

URRRRRRRRRRRRAAAALLLLP

Ahh. She still had it, she thought to herself as she smacked her lips. A wipe across them with the back of her forearm and she was about ready to settle in for a nice early night. It was hardly past her usual suppertime, but she was old and she needed to rest those bones as much as her belly. All the tidying up could wait until she didn't have an entire person in her gut. She couldn't tell if he was squirming anymore. She groped about a bit with both hands to check, but all the fat made it unclear. Maybe she felt a little kick, maybe a twitch, but all was sloshing and churning by then. She clicked off the little lamp beside her bed, despite the sunlight still streaming in through the partly open blinds, and laid her massive head down on one of those cow-sized pillows. Another, much smaller belch escaped her as she felt those juices going to work. Such a soothing, tingly feeling to be digesting someone. Regular meals just couldn't come close. She was stuffed and happy while she wiggled herself into the perfect comfy position, gut stuck out to the side, weight sagging down even that reinforced bed. After a broad yawn, she finally closed her eyes and sighed out. There was no sense saying bye to him or making a whole show of it. There were no cameras on her for this one. All she cared about was getting a good rest while her body melted down and worked off the big meal she'd given herself as a treat.

A noisy night of gurgling and glorping meant the bulge in her belly shrunk down over the course of a few others while Lorraine slept away. She got softened while she churned at Sandrook, but it was hardly noticeable. Even at her age, her body still knew what to do with him. She efficiently processed him and added him to her curves and heft while she snoozed and snored through the night. Rather loudly, at that. It competed with the constant sloppy noise of her gut doing its thing. From the sustained groan of a glurrrrrn to the sudden BLORP of something splashing or glurching about inside, it hinted at the messy process within but Lorraine was far too deeply asleep to acknowledge any of its workings. She slept right through the night without so much as a snort, and awoke with the sunrise as it shone in over her naked form. Her flanks glistened in the orange glow as she slowly rolled herself over. A content smile spread over her lips as she felt the extra heft jiggling along with her. Another cute boy down, and she was a little fatter once again. After admiring her famous curves for so long, Sandrook was part of them. Lorraine would have stayed in bed a little longer to enjoy the tranquility of it all, but certain needs needed her attention.

A slow stretch and a big yawn came after she sat herself up and planted her hooves by the side of the bed. Everything took a little time, especially while she was carrying even more weight than usual, but she was a sturdy old cow. Nothing could keep her down, not even the added pounds that came with digesting an entire lynx overnight. Her body was completely done within, had completely absorbed everything it could take from him. Some of it, she put to good use. A drawer held the usual milking equipment. Strapping that on took a bit of time, and meanwhile she could feel the tenderness in her teats, the swell of her bosom with all that fresh-made milk inside, thanks to all the precious nutrients she'd taken from the digested lynx. She brought everything over to her bed so she could sit while she worked. Two cups adhered to her breasts tightly with some potent suction, and from there, it was just a matter of pumping. She squeezed and watched that warm cow milk working through the tubes to accumulate in two big glass bottles. A long sigh escaped her as she drained those fattened tits. The boy had really kicked her milk production into overdrive. Not just one gallon, but two whole jars of pure milk were his contribution to her collection. She made sure to work the pump down to the very last drops, and then up she went with those warm jars of that creamy gift.

That key was right where she left it, and all thanks to Sandrook's help. She retrieved it and brought it to a nearby closet, which it unlocked. Inside was a full-sized refrigerator, almost as large as her usual one. Row after row of milk bottles lined the shelves within, each of them marked with a date, but nothing more. No need to add a name. They were all just milk. She closed it behind her and locked it again with her key, which she made sure to carefully hang up on its hook this time. A brief pause for a glass of water to keep her refreshed and she contemplated the light coming in through the windows. She might have thought to head out for a walk just to enjoy the morning air, but there were other pressing urges keeping her from thinking about much of anything. Sandrook was more than just milk and pudge. With his body running its natural course through her own, there was still plenty left that wasn't much use to her. All that remained was to clomp her way over to her bathroom to properly end his journey through her digestive system.

It was thankfully just a few steps away. The facilities of course were designed specifically for someone of her particular heft. No ordinary toilet could stand up to someone of her size and appetite, but that one was heavy duty, equipped with a reinforced seat and a powerful flush for dealing with heavy loads. She lowered her ass down on the seat and yawned again, faintly murmuring to herself as she relaxed at last. First a few flexes, then a steady push, and the cow was about ready to drop him off and move on with her day. A slow stretch of her rim came followed by a crackling noise. It took a little effort to get started but once she got going it was all smooth from there. A snort escaped her nostrils as the weight started sliding out of her. That growing pressure came relieved by the steady squeeze of all that former lynx from the old cow's asshole right down into the waiting water. She could feel him all accumulated inside her, all that weight to push out, pound by pound, log by log. This was going to take some time.

Lorraine reached for a stack of nearby crafting magazines so she could pursue something interesting while she worked through the mundane task of sending Sandrook into the sewer. Oh, what a cute little crochet project. Maybe she could work on that today, she found herself thinking even while she dumped out dozens of pounds of former lynx. As if purely by instinct, she reached back to flush when the bowl almost reached capacity and continued on without missing a beat. She knew well how to shit out some prey by then. As much as she might have looked like a herbivore on the outside, her body dealt with him smoothly and efficiently. Hardly a bone survived the journey, except perhaps for the occasional fragment with tufts of ruined fur clinging to them. Sandrook had been completely annihilated by her digested system. She'd trained it well. Another boy, another cat certainly didn't give her any pause. She made sure to kick up her hooves now and then just so her legs didn't fall asleep beneath her. It must have been a good half an hour she spent upon the porcelain throne, disposing of her neighbour for good. One more flush sent him away without a trace.

A good morning shower came after that, of course. She softly hummed to herself while she steamed in the water, wondering who her new neighbour might have been. They probably wouldn't need to wonder about him for long once they realized who lived next to him. She sang to herself while she showered off her heft, and made sure to turn this way and that to get at all her crevices while she thought about breakfast. With all that extra fat on her, maybe something modest was best to start, but no doubt her appetite would wake up later in the day. It didn't matter how old she got, or how plump. Eating people never got any less pleasurable, and it was only a matter of time before she consumed another. Perhaps another member of the neighbourhood, a mailman, a delivery boy. It all came down to who happened to be nearby when the mood struck her. When she was around eager young things like the lynx, it wasn't a matter of if, but when.